Why Do I Poem by Andy Caldwell

Why do I sit there
as though I'm a judge
my hands and my eyes
and my brain and my mouth
each of these sins
I can't cast a stone
for once thrown
it could always come back
And then the facade
that I have it under control
I can very vicious and cruel
then break every rule
I can make you the fool
with razor sharp ridicule
but what if I do.....
what I win every battle
yet loose my earthly things
or if were to win each fight